Summer Daze
Jul. 15th, 2004 01:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dwgmRecovering from our vacation, and finally getting a little more organized at work. It is absolutely the pits having to be totally out of my office, and off campus. It is disorienting, and aggravating, and they've eliminated terminal access (horrendous) and the other computer program we use to access records doesn't work. AAAAARRRRGH! We will make do, however. We are nothing if not flexible.
Wrote another drabble, to a 'Norrington' challenge at Black Pearl Sails.
He sat at his desk, in his close, musty office, in Fort Charles, Port Royal, Jamaica. God knows he had plenty to do: a largish pile of unfinished paperwork lay staring up at him. Reports. Requisitions. Dull stuff, surely. But a necessary part of his duties, and one that he did not ordinarily feel so inclined to shirk as he did on this fine day when outside his office was blue sky, a cooling breeze, and the scent and sound and sight of the sea.
It had only been a week. A week since Elizabeth had finally spoken the truth. A week since he'd watched the blacksmith do what he himself had wished he could. A week since that madman had tumbled from the battlements, to be caught in the sea's embrace. And a week since the cannons had maintained silence as the Black Pearl had swept into the harbor, beauty and audacity combined, to claim her Captain.
James Norrington frowned in annoyed contemplation of a lithe, sometimes comic figure with a flashing grin and eyes that revealed too much.
The longing for freedom was not confined to pirates.
Wrote another drabble, to a 'Norrington' challenge at Black Pearl Sails.
Only A Week
He sat at his desk, in his close, musty office, in Fort Charles, Port Royal, Jamaica. God knows he had plenty to do: a largish pile of unfinished paperwork lay staring up at him. Reports. Requisitions. Dull stuff, surely. But a necessary part of his duties, and one that he did not ordinarily feel so inclined to shirk as he did on this fine day when outside his office was blue sky, a cooling breeze, and the scent and sound and sight of the sea.
It had only been a week. A week since Elizabeth had finally spoken the truth. A week since he'd watched the blacksmith do what he himself had wished he could. A week since that madman had tumbled from the battlements, to be caught in the sea's embrace. And a week since the cannons had maintained silence as the Black Pearl had swept into the harbor, beauty and audacity combined, to claim her Captain.
James Norrington frowned in annoyed contemplation of a lithe, sometimes comic figure with a flashing grin and eyes that revealed too much.
The longing for freedom was not confined to pirates.
